Twisted Sisters Weekend - Part 2

Considering most of you will read this on March 17th:

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!

Holy cow, I love St. Patrick's Day. I hope you are wearing green, people, because if you aren't, then you are just plum unpatriotic. PLUM.

I also love this day because I know that my dear Grandpa has his Irish flag o' flyin'! It's a ritual with him. It's pretty awesome. And he has the coolest outfit to go with it. Let's just say that pointy shoes have been known to be involved.

I have been thinking of wearing my "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" pin. But since the only places I need to go are work (everyone is taken) and the grocery store (everyone is creepy), I think I will just leave it at home.

But who knows? Some tall, dark and handsome fella could totally show up on my doorstep and I could run and put it on and we could get married.

So yes, yes I will leave the pin at home. I will be better prepared that way.

Okay, enough of that, let's get on to the second part of our Twisted Sisters Weekend! I call the subtitle of this posting "How Spinach Crab Dip Totally Changed My Life."

However, I do not have any pictures of the crab dip. We ate it really fast. But let's just say that it was life-changing and I could inhale that stuff EVERY SINGLE DAY. And I don't even like seafood.

Now this town, this town I could get used to. I love it.

There is something magnificent about this bridge.

And this place, this place I adore...

Don't you love this moment? It's that moment you first catch a glimpse of the ocean. Sublime.

Hello Pacific. I have missed you so.

The sea spray on my lens makes us look all hazy and glowy.

And it makes my hair look like a rock star.

Bathing Beauties.

Side note: Whose kid is that running down the beach and where are the parents? There are Great Whites out there.

Isn't she stunning?

Apparently I am perplexed. I am not sure why...

Side note: Holy Moses, I have a lot of freckles.

Claire's itty bitty feet.

Soaking it all up.

Looking for buried treasure. We came up short.

Very white Irish girls trying to get a tan...not very promising.

Nice perch.

So, as you can see, the Twisted Sisters Weekend trip was a roaring success. ROARING. I can't wait to do it again!

Happy St. Patty's Day to all of you out there! I hope it is everything you want it to be.

And according to Dwight Schrute: "St. Patrick's Day is the closest that the Irish will ever get to Christmas."

-Sarah O'Dellio